The Dark Side Part 6

Author: ozslave124
Title: The Dark Side Part 6
Date: 30 March 2004

Part 6

It seemed hours before Master Peter returned. The street was filling with people going to the club. Almost everyone was in leather and boots and some were being led by collars and leashes, some wore only shorts or leather thongs and were handcuffed and others wore harnesses and muzzles. This was obviously going to be some event. Master released the padlock holding you cuffed wrists to the grab rail and the shackles around you ankles. He steadied you as you slid off the bike and immediately pushed you to your knees. A small crowd gathered to watch him attach a chain to your collar then yank you to your feet and pull you towards the club entrance.

As you entered you noticed that slaves were already in position in the hall way. Several were naked, and tied with rope and cuffs to the columns which lined the side walls. Each one had his wrists cuffed back behind the wide columns. Their legs were manacled by a chains passing behind the column. Some had weights attached to their balls by parachutes, others had chastity devices locked in place. All were gagged with a mixture of bit gags, ball gags or duck tape and all had some form of eye cover. Each slave hand either weights attached to nipple rings or nipple clamps with connecting chain and weights. They all squirmed with pain as they tried to relieve the pressure in the wrists, balls or nipples.

Master Mark pulled you through to the main room. In the centre was a spot lit stage and your eyes were drawn to the four metal frames that had been erected in the centre. Each frame was about 3 metres square with cross pieces and fixed above by chains disappearing to the ceiling and to the floor by padlocks. You noticed several masters and slaves already on the stage.

Carefully you made your way to the steps leading to the stage, avoiding slaves on the floor licking their masters boots or sitting, cuffed, at their masters feet. On the stage you were placed before a frame and only then were you able to look out onto the audience, noticing hundreds of eyes fixed on you through the glare of the spot lights. Eyes were fixed onto your exposed balls with the heavy ball ring and to the rope keeping the butt plug in place. You were blushing inside your hood and immediately started to get an erection.

The first thing Master Mark did was to uncuff you and you rubbed your wrists; the cuffs had bitten into your wrists from the bike journey which left you hanging onto the grab rail of the motor bike. Next Master Mark removed your leather jacket and the cool air was a welcome relief as you had started to sweat inside it. Master gently but firmly stood you in front of the frame and then attached leather cuffs to your wrists. To these he attached chains, which he threaded through pulleys at the corners of the frames. He pulled at the chains, lifting your arms towards the corners of the frame so that they were in line with the cross beams of the frame. Master brought the chains together over your head, threaded both though another pulley at the top of the frame then bought them down and padlocked them to the back of your collar. Immediately you felt the pressure in the collar and shuffled to relief the tension.

You were already feeling exposed and vulnerable, being strung up in front of a crowd, on a stage and in a spot light. Your erection was starting to get painful and this added to your excitement.

Next Master threaded chains through your ankle cuffs and pulled you feet to the bottom corners of the frame. This added more pressure on your neck and forced you to sand on your toes, as much as your boots would allow. You were barely able to breath as Master padlocked the ankle chains in place.

And there you were, hooded and gagged, bare chested with your padlocked nipples exposed, your cock and balls swinging under the weight of the ball ring, butt plugged and spread eagled in front of a crowd. It seemed as though everyone was looking at you and you relished in the attention, the servitude, the exposure and the scene which defined you as some else?s slave and property.

With a handful of small straps Master proceeded to tie your arms to the cross beams of the frame; one around your wrists, one at the elbows and one at the shoulders. He then placed a belt around your upper chest and another around your upper abdomen and threaded them through the back of the frame. This effectively anchored you to the frame and relieved some of the pressure on your wrists and neck. Next Master did the same with your legs tying straps around your thighs, knees and ankles so that you were stretched and fixed to the frame is a spread eagled position, with your cock and balls swinging freely. You felt like a public slut with every part open to public inspection and abuse. Whilst you could not recognize any familiar faces in the audience your vision was limited by the pin holes in the mask and you wondered if anyone would recognize you were the hood not padlocked around your head.

Other slaves around you were being prepared. With your limited vision and movement you could make out five other frames. One slave was completely naked with only a bit gag in his mouth and was strung up by his wrists to the top beam. He was groaning as his master spread his legs to the bottom corners of the frame but the more he groaned the harder his master pulled on the ropes. Another was bucking and squirming as his master had him bent over and was forcing a dildo up his arse. This was then tied in place with ropes around his balls and waist. Another was handcuffed and hooded and fixed by chains from his collar to the sides of the frame and by chains around his cock and balls to the bottom beam. You could not clearly see the others but from the periodic grunts and muffled screams you suspected that they were being strung up is some painful position.

After half an hour all the masters left the stage, leaving only the six slave strung up on their frames and exposed in the spot lights. You were unable to move a muscle, your arms and legs being firmly bound to the frame and your head and neck immobilized by the chain connected to the collar. Your hooded head and gag prevented you from uttering any sound. All you could do was periodically suck in your arse to move the butt plug in and out slightly and this set your heavy ball ring swinging and pain in your balls. Your cock remained rigidly at attention and you felt precum dripping down its shaft. Never before had you been so publicly exposed and displayed. Sounds from around you suggested that some of the other slaves were not so immobilized. The occasional groan or clank of chains indicated to you that they were writhing in their bondage.

What little you could see of the audience through the pin holes in your hood showed that they were very interested in you. After an hour some members of the audience were appointed judges and wandered about the stage with making comments and scribbling notes.

After a further 10 minutes Master Mark appeared and without saying anything untied the rope fixing your butt plug in place and yanked it out. You groaned deeply as the widest part of the plug past through your arse but you were relieved when only a small amount of gas followed. Never the less Master wiped your arse and discarded the cloth on the floor. Then, standing in front of you so that both you and the audience could see what he was doing, he removed his own cock from his tight leather pants and with one move encased it in a black condom. The audience anticipated what was about to happen and erupted into cheers. Carefully he stroked his cock to erection and applied a small amount of jelly before going behind you. You trembled at the though of being publicly raped but were excited beyond your dreams.

Slowly and with much gyrating of hips, Master Mark forced his huge cock into your arse and slowly began pumping away. Each thrust sent your weighted balls swinging and the audience cheered. Master grasped your thighs to get better penetration so that now each thrust felt like he was drilling away at your very insides. You were immobile and without any control over your body. You were being publicly abused and raped, and you loved every minute of it. You felt Masters thrusting becoming harder and more frequent and within a few minutes he lurched forward, penetrating you with the force of a horse and you felt the warm cum filling his condom. Slowly he released his grip on your thighs and back up. You felt a plop as his huge cock freed itself of your arse. He deftly removed the condom before standing once again in front of you and acknowledging the cheers of the crowd. It took forever for his erection to go down and only then, with difficulty, did he manage to force it back inside his pants.

You were sweating and breathless at the humiliation of a public raping. But you were filled with immense satisfaction and pleasure. As you regulated your breathing you detected other masters approaching their slaves. Some raped their slaves as you have been but because of inefficient gags the slave groaned and cried out. Some bent their slave forward and whipped their slaves on the backs and arse. Others forced their slaves to kneel and fucked them in the mouth. For the next hour you stood their immobile while this orgy of public humiliation took place around you. Once again members of the audience in the front row were writing on clip boards and a panel were collecting marks at a side table.

Eventually all the masters were again summoned to the stage and proceeded to prepare their slaves for the third and final act of this bizarre spectacle. Master Mark slowly untied all your bonds and had you kneel on the floor through the frame with the cross beams over your back. With a wide belt he tied your back and abdomen to the underside of the crossbeam and spread your legs to the bottom corners of the frame. Your wrists were padlocked behind your back and tied to the crossbeam. Another rope from the back of your collar was pulled upwards and tied to the crossbeam, thereby forcing you head upwards, face forward. Master removed the ball gag and offered you a drink of beer, the first drink you had since leaving your apartment some hours ago. Once you had finished the beer he inserted a dental gag and fixed it behind your head. By slowly opening the ratchet he spread your jaws wide apart. Because you could not now swallow, spittle dribbled onto the floor. Beneath you your weighted balls swung freely and precum continued to pour from your cock.

Master then left the stage and waited in the audience while the other slaves were prepared. Some masters seemed not to know how to tie their slaves and made several attempts to secure them to the frame but eventually all slave were tied into some new position, some on their knees, others spread eagled, others upright with hands and elbows tied tightly behind their backs.

After another half and hour a pool of spittle had gathered beneath your head. You neck was beginning to ache and you were getting cramp in your legs. If you moved your balls started to swing sending shock waves through your balls. You noticed Master Mark get up from his seat and make for the stage. But he was not alone. With shock and pleasure you noticed that Master Peter was joining him. You had not noticed Master Peter amidst the sea of leather and boots but when he stood you recognized his tall muscular features. He was bare chested, in chaps and boots and with a military cap on. He look devastatingly handsome and cruel.

Master Peter positioned himself behind you on his knees and without ceremony started to fuck you. At the same time Master Mark, having already fucked you up the arse, knelt and inserted his condom covered cock into the depths of your mouth. The audience applauded and some moved to the side of the stage to get a better view of this raping from both ends. Because Master Mark was gentle whilst fucking your mouth you did not gag. Occasionally when Master Peter was thrusting up your arse, Master Peter?s cock would reach the depths of your throat and you would heave. They tried to synchronize their movements so that one would thrust while the other would pull out. However, as the pace increased they became uncoordinated and they continued to ruthlessly pound you from both ends, sending spasms of pain and nausea through your bound body. Eventually both shot their loads and leaned forward to kiss each other. This bought the house down and the audience erupted into cheering.

As they left the stage Master Mark released your head, which slumped forwards. Your jaws remained spread wide apart but you were grateful for the release of pressure on your neck. Saliva poured from your mouth onto the floor in front of you and you noisily passed gas from your arse, but nothing else came out. Eventually you just hung there, wrists and body supported by the beams of the frame and arse and mouth still exposed to whoever wanted to take advantage of you.

Other masters proceeded to abuse their slaves. Some whipped them causing them to shudder and jerk on the frames and scream into their gags. Others were fucked up the arse or in the mouth. The whole show lasted another hour, with continual applause and shouts of approval from the audience. Eventually the judges completed their task. Slaves, including yourself, were released from the frames and knelt in a line on the stage. Each slave was retied and in your case Master Mark cuffed your hand behind you and reinserted the ball gag. He did not reinsert the butt plug but you knew your arse would not be open for much longer. He attached a chain to your collar and stood behind you. Each slave hung their head in an attitude of subservience, although some were still recovering from being whipped or raped and shuddered where they knelt. Other masters stood behind their slaves and stood so as best to show their muscular physiques, arms folded and shoulders back.

As the results were announced you were amused to glace at the third and second place getters; young, lean slaves almost naked except for leather shorts and G strings but with heavy collars and, of course, hands cuffed behind them. As the first place was announced you had no idea they were calling your name and that of Master Mark. It was not until Master pulled on your collar, forcing you to stand up that you realized that you had won first prize. As you stood there, bare chest with padlocked nipple thrust forward and ball swinging with their heavy ring, you felt a surge of respect and affection for Masters Mark and Peter who had brought you to this level of servitude. A plaque reading ? Slave of the Year? was hung around your neck and Master Mark received an envelope containing cash, which he immediately donated to the local AIDS foundation, to yet more crashing applause.

As the noise subsided Master Mark lead you by the chain down to his table on the floor and pushed you down by his chair, where you sat obediently with your head bowed. He removed the ball gag and put beer and food in bowls on the floor. You eagerly dug into the food, doggy fashion, and lapped up the beer, hardly realizing how hungry and thirsty you were.

For the remainder of the evening you sat at Master Mark?s feet and only when most of the crowd has dispersed did he lead you out to the car park again. In a quiet corner of the car park Master Mark hugged you and kissed you saying he was really proud of you and that you were destined to be the best slave he will ever own. He explained that for the rest of the weekend you would be a slave in his house and would go to your own home only on Sunday evening. You should be prepared to be in chains all weekend, to do household chores and to be at his sexual call any time of the day or night. You eagerly agreed to all of this and felt immensely satisfied that you had been of service to him.

Your cuffed wrists were chained to the grab rail and your booted ankle clamped to the bike as before but the butt plug was left out so the journey was so much more tolerable. Your hood and gag were, again, obscured by the black helmet. Although the streets were almost deserted you caught the occasional look as someone in a passing car noticed bare arse, handcuffs and shackles on your legs. You wondered if they were truly shocked or envious of your situation. You knew where you would rather be, and snuggled closer to Master Mark as he sped towards his house.